Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 06:15:50 -0000
From: qpreen@basicisp.net
Subject: Me, My Billy, and Ours 2
NOTE: All admonitions from "Me,my Billy and Ours 1" apply here. Please see
that episode if you have any questions.
Quote from last of episode 1 - "Daddy", Billy asked, "why does your lap
start sticking up at me when you kiss my neck like that?'
and now to continue ----------
My little boy's innocent question startled me into recognition. Before he
asked I could have probably pleaded a little 'innocence' myself. Truly, I
was aware only that kissing my little darling anywhere in any way, his
lovely brow, his forehead, his soft hair, any bit of him, gave me a
marvelous tingly sensation, but I really had not localized this at
all. Until the question, I guess I had subconsciously refused myself the
honest recognition of where I was actually "feeling so wonderful".(I wonder
how many doting dads are in truth doing this constantly, all during their
child's earliest boy or girl stages?)
But it was not to be rationalized out of mind now. The question jolted me
into reality and fact. It was my man COCK that was center of most of my
sensations in cuddling my little fella on my lap and his question had
brought that plainly to the forefront. My MAN cock was simply beginning its
hardening for to rise, and he could feel the difference under him, and I
could tingle with pleasure from this commencement - all through my body!
There was no evading it and I didn't know just what to do. I was being
strongly sexually aroused by my little son! I had the HOTS for my little
boy. And I loved it. And the worst part of it was, the sudden question from
him, far from shocking me into erectile retreat, was only making my turgid
growth and sensations expand all the more! Oh God.
What I did was to with a finger under his chin tilt his beautiful face up
towards me and say, "Aw my darling, my sweet precious little
sweetheart. Daddy loves you so terribly much! That's your daddy's COCK down
there, growing big and hard so as to shout that love out to both of us!"
"Um,Oh.", smiling happily, and then "is cock your thing that's like my
thingy? Daddy, my thingy tingles so when you kiss me and all, and it gets
way bigger too. I love it!"
"Do you really like it? Do you really really like it? Honest injun?"
"Honest injun, Daddy. I sure do. I just LOVE it. It feels so yummy good!"
Oh God! I reached to touch him down there, outside his clothing, and I
could tell very plainly he told me the truth. I don't know just how big it
had gotten, but that little place felt entirely too hard to be soft. Billy
had a hard on just like his dad! And it HAD to be because of the loving I
was bestowing on him!
I began to unbutton his little shirt, but then I turned Billy around in my
lap so that we were now facing each other. He smiled up at me, happy and
giggling as I continued undressing his upper body. Then I had shirt and
undershirt off and was running my hands gently all around on his heavenly
little naked upper body, so warm and smooth, while Billy was making cooing
sounds and then saying "Oh Daddy. Daddy. DADDY!" And he brought his little
hands up to the sides of my face and held my face between them, rivetting
our eyes into each other's, showing me in his every look how totally he was
loving my attentions and leaving no doubts that he wanted more, much more,
although, naturally, he had no conception, really, of what all that might
be.
But I, of course, had vivid dream pictures of "what all that might be", and
the die was cast! I knew then and there that I was going to teach and learn
with my beautiful, responsive little son over the months and years to come
- all the wonderful things a loving daddy and tyke could experience
together, naked and without inhibitions, nor yet the silly
prattling,unatural conceptions modern day society, with its 'social norms',
has invented and legislated upon us, throttling us all out of lives that
otherwise should, could and WOULD be led in a free experience of the joys
of living, throughout our entire lives!
I brought a finger to one of his pert little nipples. I played it around
softly, and he purred like a kitten.
I then took the little nipple more fully between thumb and a forefinger
and, pulling the gathered flesh out a bit, I pinched and rolled it around
earnestly, but only with the reserved amount of pressure that I sensed
would give him intense sensation sans serious pain.
He gasped out "OH! OH.Yes Daddy. More. More. Please MORRrrrrr."
I levered one forearm under his tiny buttocks and lifted him up higher to
me, up to where I could bury my mouth onto his sweet nipple and gently suck
and munch on it. Beautiful was the delicious taste of my darling boy! More,
true, a taste of merely feel than of titillated buds per se, but, whatever,
he was certainly delicious and I could have feasted on him forever, right
just there, or so it seemed to me. And the more so as he constantly gasped
out his pleasure in what I was doing to him, indeed kicking and digging his
little feet into me almost out of all control, squealing out his delight!
But I was in the throes of real lust by now myself. STRONG lust. And my
cock was pulsing and raging and I had running before my eyes a panorama of
all the wonderful things I wanted to do to this little darling, this seed
of my seed, mine and my beautiful,loved departed wife's. The irrefutable
flash before my eyes was that I had to have him there totally naked in my
arms, not just his upper clothes. How could I see and love his darling
little cock, see how it really looked when it was hard like mine, see his
precious bubble butt bare, and see his surely adorable little pucker place,
and TOUCH it, and, yes, TASTE him, taste him EVERYWHERE, back and front,
unless I had him there in my arms completely naked? So I said
"Billy,Dady wants to undress all the rest of you. Right here in my
lap. Would you like to get naked in your Daddy's lap?" He answered in
giggly affirmative and together, and not too slowly, either, we began
taking off all the rest.
His shoes. His socks. And then everything as we took it off I brought to
my face and kissed it, looking at him and saying "yummy, yummy MMMMM, So
good!" And he giggled and squealed. Not only that, but the moment I had him
completely naked, his hard little thing, cut and about two inches, a little
more than that, I'd say, was not just standing up rigid - no, it was
bobbing and jumping all around there above his precious little nut sack,
which itself was not obscured as one might expect, but plainly was hanging
solidly THERE, an element I knew I would well know the form and texture of,
once I got all of that maddening little group way full in my hungry mouth!
I first, though, just leaned my face down and started licking his little
tummy, his outie belly button, and all over and around his sides and really
just everywhere frontside, marveling at how I could be so lucky and happy.
And he moaned and he whimpered and he trembled. That's what my little Billy
did. Periodically he would shout out "YES!" "OH YES!" And "Oh God!
DADeeeeeeee ...". This five and a half year old little boy. This FIVE AND A
HALF YEAR OLD LITTLE BOY!!
He suddenly stopped me. "Daddy", he said, "I want us to get you naked
too. Can we undress you like me so I can see your stuff and all? I wanna do
lotsa stuff to you too. Stuff like you are doin to me!"
Of course I agreed, with a shudder! But there was no teasing around in
THIS. I figuratively, rather desperately I'd describe it, RIPPED my clothes
off in a trice. Fully naked, the same as him now, I quickly rose with him
in my arms and carried him up to my bedroom, his little arms around my
neck, his little face looking down over his shoulder to witness whatever he
could see of my jutting, swaying dick, and my balls banging against my
legs.
I laid him on his back upon my bed. I took my big hard dick in one hand and
gently rubbed it around over most of his body. I pushed it against his so
much smaller one, and he loved that. He reached with a little hand and
lovingly held our cocks there together, squirming around so that the
contact was not just touch, but rub rub rub as well. It is a wonder I
didn't shoot a wad right then and there, but I didn't, determined as I was
to make this initial encounter as long and full and varied as possible
before I must temporarily lose my sexual stamina. I full well knew there
would be countless more hours, days and nights ahead of us, but knowing
this was not enough. I just HAD to get a lot in right NOW!I was thinking in
my mind to build up such a gusher as when, finally to spray it all over my
precious darling, the little fella would think he was in a BATHTUB taking a
bath in all thAT stuff coming out of his daddy!
So, to forestall a while. I broke this cock to cock contact and scrooched
down on the bed to take the whole lovely cocklet and ball ensemble into my
eager warm mouth, running my tongue, then, slowly, deliberately all over,
under and around his precious parts, meanwhile gently trailing a finger
back and forth along but not in his wonderful boy crevice behind. I
continued doing this for maybe ten minutes and then it suddenly became too
much for him. He had no idea what was happening but pounded his clenched
little fists against my shoulders.
He shuddered. He shook. And my mouth could feel his little hard thing
pulse and twitch, pulse and twitch as he screamed out "Oh God ..DADDY!
Something is HAPPENING. Oh GOD DADDY. OH GOD!" My little boy was having a
full, strong dry orgasm. The first such he had ever known of, dreamed of or
approached having, I am sure.
Then I could myself hold out not a second longer. I quickly, almost
brutally tore my mouth off of him and shuffled up higher so that my
spurting cock could drench out upon my little boy mostly, right on his
precious tummy, right where I would be able to lick it lovingly all off of
him, not somewhere down there on the bed sheets between my legs. It was
terrific! The greatest gusher of cum my virile cock had ever produced!
So wonderful. So incredibly wonderful. I fail to describe it, I know. But
our ensuing sighs and hugs and other sounds would be testament to that for
a beautiful, peaceful, restful half hour that followed! Me and my wonderful
boy together. My wonderful, beautiful, happy little boy. Later we would
discuss together, plan together, inquire together, suggest together, many
other nuances and things we would do, but for just then we would simply BE
together in a period of utter peace and contentment.
This much I know. No person in the world has ever in his or her life
experienced and known the wonder of being loved more than my little boy did
just then!
And I shall never, EVER count that wrong! They may stretch me, bend me,
break me, pillory me, but I shall never count that wrong.
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Episode three soon follows. In which Billy's daddy teaches him some art of
love basics.